I drew the blankets over my head and tried to think of Christmas. But the grey face still followed me. It murmured, and I understood that it desired to confess something. I felt my soul receding into some pleasant and vicious region; and there again I found it waiting for me.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 868 | 2015-01-28 04:23:01 | 95.74 | 99% |
| 699 | 2014-12-22 01:51:23 | 73.80 | 94% |
| 625 | 2014-12-06 00:23:29 | 80.45 | 94% |
| 158 | 2014-02-17 05:24:10 | 87.64 | 98% |